The Photograph

Chapter 1.

I remember the night she left. I was in my room. I heard yelling and screaming. I knew it was Mom and Dad. They had been at it for over an hour now. I slowly got the courage to walk down the creaking stairs. When I reached the next to last step, i saw my Mom grab the lamp from the table sitting right by the couch and throw it at my Dad. I screamed and felt the tears start to flow. I don't remember what was going through my mind other than 'is Daddy okay?' So i ran to see if he was hurt. My Father scooped me into his arms. I buried my teary face in the crook of his neck as she continued yelling at him. The rest is sort of a blur. I ended up sitting on the couch and watching my mother pack her things and slam the door as she walked out. I was 6 when that happened.

I lay awake thinking of where she might be. I always end up telling my self ' I don't care ' but i do. It's just easier to believe she's out there somewhere happy. I guess I tell my self that too so I dont cry myself to sleep. I used to wish I was normal and my brain could keep me awake with worry about my next soccer game. Or if the cute boy who sits by me in 3rd period likes me. None of that ever enters my head when I fall asleep. It's always that last glimpse of her face as she closed the door on our relationship. I close my eyes and try to stop thinking.

I hear My alarm slowly get louder. When it reaches full volume I roll over and hit the snooze button. I don't really want to get out of bed today. It's not anything specific about today. I'm just having one of those days. I lay there for a minute pondering the universe and whatever when I realize I should probably get out of bed. As soon I finish that thought my alarm goes off again. In frustration and irritation I unplug the whole thing. I sit on the edge of my bed and look at the crazy i call hair. My hair is never calm. I blink a couple times and run the tiredness out of my eyes. I look over at my full length mirror and sitting at the foot is a box with my favorite boutique' s logo on it. I know my dad must have got some thing for me. So I walk over the the box and look inside. I smile cause I know i have the best dad ever. Anyone who says other wise, hasn't met him. He bought me a new pair of Blue Chuck Taylor's from my favorite place in the world. The Photograph. It's this little boutique on Main street that no one really goes too. I swear I kept their business alive my 7th grade year. I love that place so much.

I grabbed a black tee out of the floor and did a sniff test. It smelled alright so I threw it in over the tank I slept in and walked over to my closet to find a pair of jeans. I settle on a simple tan pair. As i walk by my desk i spritz my favorite body spray on my shirt. I grab my phone and keys and sit on the edge of my bed to put on my new blue Chuck Taylors. I stood up and looked at my outfit in the mirrior. I smiled and stuffed my keys and phone in my back pockets. I knew I had chemistry today, so i took my backpack and walked down stairs. As soon as I hit the last step my dad hits me with that everyday,
"Goooooood Mornniiinnngggggggg Champ!!"
I smile and reply with a mod as I walk to the counter to get some toast. He walks behind me and I can see him dancing like a crazy person out of the corner of my eye. I laugh and turn around to catch him in some odd dance position. I giggle and smile as he freezes In motion. I shake my head.
"Soooo, you like the shoes?" He says.
"Yes." I reply with a smile that covers my while face.
"Good. I'm glad."

He will always be the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never tell him how much I appreciate him yet he continues to do the things I never expect him to. I guess that's why we work so well together.

"You know, while I was there I was talking to Renna, the cashier, and she told me that she has an associate position open." He looks at me. He knows Ive wanted to work there since I discovered that place. He also knows that I know for a fact they don't have a job opening...so he pulled strings. I knew I had to act surprised for the sake of his feelings...so I did.
"Are You Kidding Me Right Now? Don't Play With My Feelings Dad...!" I raised my voice a little towards the end to give jt some flare. I dont have flare but I try.
"Meg, would i lie to you?"
"No...OMG DAD THANK YOU THANK YOU." I screamed at the top of my lungs.